Just a relaxing afternoon.

<font color=gray><font color=steelblue>Out of Character</font>

I presume I am supposed to control Xarbie as he appears to give Revvie the letter. If not... kill me? And slight powerplay of the Okkie, too, presuming that she would let Rev' pick her up... but I guessed that she wouldn't mind? Hope that's alright, dear.

<font color=steelblue>In Character - <u>Reveri Silvent</u></font>

Oh, Reveri was a daring one. Here he was, with a cigarette in one hand, and a whole pack in the other, placidly sitting on a bench in the Courtyard, watching the world go by. Of course he was a smart pendragon, too, and was in secluded part of the rather large place. Somewhere that, he had noticed, most teachers didn't bother to look. Besides, he was twenty-three years old. Who were they to say whether or not he could have a good smoke, so long as he didn't disturb anyone else? Surely Hart Demori would have something more to add to this one-sided conversation, but it wasn't as if Silvent cared. He had grown up just fine without the guidance of a mother or father and he didn't much care if he got kicked out of Janardan, anyway. It wasn't as if there was much here for him, anyway. Rev' could get his diploma - or whatever that was in Ramathian terms - elsewhere. Even if Janardan would be the most prestigous place to get it from.

It was very odd, though, most people saw him as a bit of a sweetheart who had a tougher side. Personally, the charcoal male had always considered himself unique in those regards. He was neither entirely lovable nor entirely cruel. As a matter of fact, there was no streak of cruelty whatsoever that ran through the veins of the dark male. Though he might be brooding sometimes, he wouldn't harm anyone for no reason. He wasn't evil, Reveri was just a pendragon. Like anyone else, he got angry and occasionally did things he regreted. Though those times got more and more rare as the days passed. After all, Silvent was a cautious man. Always had been, always would be. Though he had made mistakes in his life like everyone else, he was always bettering himself, evolving as time passed. This line of thought might have continued, had not a flash of gold passed his vision that caused the lit cig' to be dropped hastily and crushed with a booted foot, while the pack was quickly stashed in the outer pocket of his jacket.

A quiet glare was sent in Xarbie's direction as the hawk landed. Cursed bird, had startled Silvent with that quiet flying. He had anticipated hearing footsteps, but an entrance from above hadn't been anything he expected, so the fluttering appearance of a strange looking predator wasn't exactly pleasing. It would seem that it wasn't just the odd feathers of this bird of prey which had caused that fierce glint in the eyes of the smoker, however, as he noticed another sliver of something that flashed as the bird moved its leg. Extended it, as a matter of fact, toward Rev', along with a piercing, demanding screech. The winged pendragon glared more at the eagle. <font color=black>"Look here, chap, if you expect me to take the bloody note, the least you could do is let me keep my hearing, ey?"</font> Silvent hissed, reaching out and hooking the object with an unsheathed talon. Xarbie didn't seem to like that much, though, backing up a bit and fluttering his wings. At least that was what Reveri thought at first, until the note came off and the hair tie was wrapped around his claw, now, rather than the leg of the eagle.

Without further adieu, the ginger bird was off, flying away to its master. <font color=black>"And good riddance, too."</font> Silvent muttered, pulling the tie off of the paper. It only took a couple of moments for him to read, in which a smile had already curled across charcoal lips. So that was Okkie's, eh? Well... no reason to wait, then, the note said as soon as he got it. Standing up, the pendragon casually walked out of his secluded hideout and moved toward the Tsupeon. He was glad that he had dressed well today, though he smelled of smoke, due to what he had been doing before the bird showed up. A simple black shirt - complete with golden Janardan logo - and a pair of olive green cargo pants. His ensemble was completed with a pair of combat boots. Of course, he was also wearing his earrings, and a couple of silver hooped bracelets on each wrist. But those were almost always there, so it wasn't even, really, worth mentioning. As he appeared on the scene, the male slunk quietly toward Okkie, hands stuffed into his pockets until he got near, at which point he ran toward her and gripped her in a bracing hug, probably lifting her off of her feet in the process.

Giving her a brotherly peck on the cheek, Silvent set her back down, grinning at the banded female. <font color=black>"Hey there, 'sis, how're you doing?"</font>

 

<font color=gray>The last time they had met it definitely hadn't been the joyful setting that today presented. Thus, the charcoal male was considerably happier to see her today than he had been on that one. Well, at first, back then, he had been overjoyed. Then it had slowly tapered off into indecision and anger, burning in frustration for the fact that he couldn't change what might have happened. Soft silver eyes flashed for a moment as dark nostrils flared slightly, inhaling the scent that he always associated with the caramel-and-cream maid. A smell that included some vague sense of peppermint that he could never quite place. Though he believed that it might be just his imagination and nothing to do with Stormwing at all. After all, he had never caught her sucking on one of those red striped candies. His gaze turned slowly to Xarbie and there was a silent quirk of his brow. Well, the bird was lovely, he could admit that. But it was bloody loud, too. No way was the silver-marked male going to be apologetic for his earlier behavior. Okkie's bird or not, that thing really had been a bit irritating.

His temporarily rebellious thoughts turned back to the more interesting matter - namely, Okkie - after a few seconds of half-glaring at Xarbie. It probably wasn't the bird's fault, anyway. After all, maybe Rev was exaggerating the situation. Very likely, actually, but the blackened male wasn't about to back up from his mental position on the little matter of the screeching ball of feathers. Running his tongue quietly across white teeth, the pendragon watched his soulsister for a moment, half-smiling at how much she had grown since their first days together. That was back in a different time and place. Chenoa Cascades, where he had thought that he loved Stormwing in a far different way. He had wanted her to be his mate, there. It hadn't happened, though, as the Cascades had crumpled into oblivion, the pack ending with an abrupt death stroke. It also brought back memories of another, a almost-father almost-brother sort, Zuriel. He missed the older male's advice and companionship.

Here she was now, though, all grown up. With all of the warmth and wit that he remembered from those days. More mature, of course, but still Okkatteiru. Always who she wanted to be. These thoughts ended, though, as she began to reply. Black lips curled backward in a wide, affectionate smile at the words. Then the grin faded, as if he had abruptly taken an insult to what she said, though the wink that he added to this action clearly stated that he wasn't seriously hurt by the term "assault". Of course he wasn't. She had been teasing, so he was teasing back. Crossing his arms and backing up a step, Rev' appraised his soulsister with a mock serious gaze, then slowly allowed a brow to curve upward as he silently stared at her. After a moment, Silvent sighed dramatically, then spoke.

<font color=black>"Assaulted? Why I never!"</font> He exclaimed in mock indignation. <font color=black>"S'ppose that means you didn't want to go in the air? Tsk, tsk, Okkiateru, I could've sworn you were the winged mastermind. Haven't become afraid to fly, now, have you?"</font> Reveri teased, knowing very well that she wasn't. After all, she had those lovely wings to soar on, why should she fear?

 

<font color=gray>Reveri glanced at the sky, for a moment, as if accenting the point he had made earlier, about her flying. It was actually a nice day for a flight, but the idea didn't stay on his mind. Because the charcoal male remembered the last time that the pair had played within the beautiful canvas of the firmament. It hadn't been a pleasant ending. Feverish nightmares and a long time healing had been the result of that particular venture. The mere memories brought back an onslaught of mental fear and incompletion, though few would recognize the slight tension in his fingers for what it was. Maybe his jest earlier had been closer to the heart than he thought. It wasn't his soulsister that feared flight, but he himself. Though he had flown since, not with Okkie. The idea brought back too many bad memories. Someday he would have to go up with her again. To get rid of this terrible weakness. Eyes flitted to her as she spoke, focusing once more on the cream-banded maid as she commented on what the bird thought of Reveri Silvent.

<font color=black>"Well, th' feelin's mutual, so no problem there."</font>

In response to Stormwing sticking her tongue out, Reveri allowed his to pop forth, jutting out in a teasing response, though his wasn't adorned with a stud. No, it was a plain pink tongue. A pity, really, as it might have looked quite nice with a little silver in the middle to attract attention. Though that was far from the point and Silvent wasn't even sure why he was thinking about it. When did he ever understand his own mind, though? As she spoke again, Rev' gave a snort, rolling his eyes dramatically as if what she had said was the silliest thing on earth, though it was obviously for show, and not intended to be taken seriously. Which was pretty typical for him.

<font color=black>"Oh, not much. Setting kids on fire, vandalizing places. Y'know, the norm'. What about you, sister o'mine?"</font> Rev' responded teasingly, though it was obvious that, due to the very anti-serious nature of his reply, he really hadn't been up to much at all. Otherwise he would have told her about it.

 

<font color=gray>Reveri shifted his weight slightly, casting a flickering glance at Xarbie, then deciding the bird wasn't worth his attention at all and returning his eyes to Okkie's face. There seemed to be something wrong and a sort of puzzled half-frown curled his lips downward for a second, then vanished. Surely he hadn't done something wrong, but something was troubling his soulsib'. It was one of those things that he just picked up on. Maybe it had something to do with the thick bonds that kept them close. It had been so long since they had a decent talk and yet here they were in complete comfort with one another - just as they had been on the last day. Though there was a lot of unhappiness in the two meetings before this one. The latest was the time when she had believed herself and the one before that was when he gained the half-crescent of a scar that remained to this day. It was with her assistance that he had regained his life. If she hadn't been there he would have gladly succumbed to the darkness, would have fallen into despair and never returned. As it was, he owed his life to the caramel-and-cream female, though he had never considered this fact a burden. It was just there. Something that strengthened their mutual affection.

Speaking of affection, he remembered those days long past when he had believed himself the soulmate of this charming young rebel. Then it struck him. She looked different. The clothing seemed to be tight in all the right places and clung to her body in just such a way as to be provocative to the male gender. The male stifled a chuckle. Was it, perhaps, this change in attire that made her uncomfortable? He hoped not, as it wasn't important to him. If she had been standing around in her underwear and bra, he would have been amused and a bit confused, but would never have felt uncomfortable. Not for an instant. She was his soulsister and he didn't want her as anything else, which would be the only reason for a reaction to what she was wearing. He did admire the fact that it was well suited to his sister's personality, nodding slightly as he realized how true this thought was coming to be.

He chuckled lightly at her words, giving a playful wink and smiling in a curling sign of mischief. A posh dorm, ey? Rev' still lived in a regular one. He was rarely in it so he had never been much concerned about anything but the basics. A bed, a desk, and a chair. That was about all that he needed. Of course he had added a chest of drawers for clothing and miscellaneous items, but that was it. He had a feeling that Stormwing would have a better use for this new dormitory of hers, though.

<font color=steelblue>"Congrats, 'Kie, sounds like a good way to spend the money. You'll have to give me a tour sometime."</font> Reveri replied with a brilliant grin.

 

<font color=gray>Silvent would never talk to Okkie about her attire. Unless, of course, it brought unpure thoughts even to a brother's mind. In which case he mind gently suggest something better suited to the "cool weather", though cool it was not. That was just the way that Rev' worked. At least that was how he usually worked. Hell, with Okkie, it was possible that he would flat out say that it made him uncomfortable. Things always got jumbled, yet more truthful, around his banded soulsister. It was just a matter of balances. Usually he was too nice to say something straight out, but not saying it bluntly seemed to imply some sort of deceit, a matter he never wanted connected to his dearest friend. If ever she believed him a liar, he would be crushed. Of course he lied. Just not to Stormwing.

At his sister's comment about the cleanliness, Silvent allowed his lips to curl into a smile. It really didn't matter to him if the room was clean or not, though he understood that his caramel comrade might be more comfortable with a room that didn't have things tossed about. That was understandable. Even with 'Kie, he probably would have wanted his room to be tidy. It was just a habit. He would be wondering if she thought him a slob in the case of his normal room. Which wouldn't be an unfounded idea, as he was a bit of a sloppy 'dragon, over all. Regardless, the discomfort wasn't really worth the quick tour, and he would have asked Stormwing to wait, if she had wanted to see his dorm, permitting a period of time between their talk and her visit so he could tidy up.

Reveri looked at Xarbie as his 'sister began speaking to the ginger bird. He still didn't like the avian much, but he wasn't going to be too avid about his dislike, as he was sure it would just end up causing problems. Besides, perhaps he had misjudged and was too rash in deciding that the raptor was an unlovable sort. It was definitely possible. Besides, it wasn't as if he doubted Okkie's judgment, and if she had this thing as a pet, then obviously it had done something right to gain such attention from the banded female. That should be enough to confirm a certain amount of acceptance in Silvent and it did, in a way. He was accepting of the bird's presence. That was all. Tolerating it, though if he had been alone, the male probably would have been trying to rid himself of Xarbie. Either that or trying to catch the lovely ginger creature and sell it. Good money, that. Of course he had no intention of doing any such thing with the owned companion of his favorite pendragon.

The change from relaxed and drowsy to bustling energy didn't surprise Rev'. He had a bit of experience with hawks - or trisks, whatever it was they were called - around here and that as pretty much how they worked, from his experience. One mention of food and they were awake and ready to go. Without it, they were often lazy. After all, they had a cake walk lifestyle. Sure, they were cooped up, but they were well fed and managed, permitted to fly and hunt. What more could they ask for? Freedom, of course, but generally he had noticed that good trainers had birds that were well bonded to them. Thus, there were few problems. The birds wanted to be there. Just like Xarbie wanted to be with Okkie. Though he thought that a bit different. The ginger bird of prey was probably smarter than a trisk.

Actually, now that he had more "personal" experience with that sort of bird, rather than being repulsed, due to his dislike for Xarbie, the male was intrigued. Perhaps he would have to acquire a pet. Though the fast rabbits known as haroks might be a better choice, as he wasn't much on flying a cooped bird. Then again, flitters were lovely to look at, required minimum care, and were not as bright as trisks. Eh, so confusing. Not the sort of thing he needed to think about right now, anyway. The male curved his arm around his soulsister's, gently looping them in a way that looked like a classic couple might, entwined as one guided the other. Not his intention, but it was there, none the less. Anyone could go ahead and think that. Wasn't as if he would care. They knew the truth and that was all that mattered.

<font color=steelblue>"So how're you liking the classes here? What are your trades, anyway?"</font> The last words were said with an apologetic smile. He had never asked before, but he still felt that he should know.

 

Reveri allowed himself to be guided along the path that Okkie chose, completely trusting his caramel 'sister not to kill him behind the bleachers. There were rumors that circulated on campus about strange happenings, things that he had always dismissed or regarded as exaggerated, but there was still the off chance that there was someone here bent on killing all of its young inhabitants. That wasn't this pendragon, though, not 'Kie. Even if she had decided to kill off the 'dragons that were said to be missing or found mangled, there was no way that she would be intending such a thing for Silvent. Such trust he had in her that he would never suspect her of such a thing. In fact, were she some mass murderer who felt the need to kill all of Janardan (including Rev'), she probably could have managed to kill him without too much trouble. After all, she was his soulsister, and he didn't think that she would harm him. He knew that she wouldn't hurt him. There was that bond that couldn't be broken and if she did, her own soul would be tortured for eternity. Besides, she was his little 'sis, and nothing was ever going to change that.

Coal ears perked as she began to speak about trades. Spy and rogue. The latter was one that he had never quite understood what it implied. How did one become a "master rogue" anyway? The spy one was easy. Though he hadn't ever really thought that it was the sort of thing that would intrigue Stormwing for an extended period of time. Long talks about how to blend in with the right crowd and such. He didn't believe her incapable, it just didn't seem an Okkie sort of thing. Then again, it had been a while, and, perhaps, her interests had changed. It was clear that some things had changed quite drastically, including her lifestyle, and the male wasn't one to completely ignore any signs when they were shoved in his face. The way she said she needed to mature a lot made him somewhat cautious. Was there some plea for help, hidden there? He didn't think so. It sounded more like his 'sister was musing outloud and, therefore, he remained silent, with a firm nod to make sure it was clear he had heard and was willing to hear more.

As she released his arm, he let it drop, smoothly moving back to its old position at his side. That contemplative way she looked confirmed that there was more to the initial words than met the eye (or, rather, the ear). He had figured out that there was a lot going on the last time they had met, but there wasn't much time for discussion, seeing as it was an awkward situation already, made even more awkward by the presence of Esper. Of course he didn't blame the female 'dragon for being there - he definitely had appreciated it at the time and still did - but it had stifled some things that needed to be said between the two soulsiblings. No, this was actually a better place for them to discuss it. No one else was around and there was a sort of serenity to this, despite the fact that there were a lot of things - delicate matters - that the pair were going to bring up and they might not end up with the same perspectives on things. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything that would drive him into protective big brother mode, because he didn't want her hurt. Even if it was self-inflicted pain of a (currently) non-lethal form.

Then she spoke. A whole bundle of words came out that he heard with careful attention, both eyes focused on her with an intensity that wasn't intimidating, merely very interested in knowing. So she was a drug dealer, eh? It was a lot less dangerous than some jobs that his sister could have taken up and he was glad that she hadn't decided to become a paid killer or something. Because the fact was, he knew she could do it, and if she had gotten into that business, getting out of it was a difficult matter. At least she said she was giving it up (mostly). That little mostly in his mind was enough to keep him feeling a little worried, but it was a start. Perhaps, over time, she would grow to the point where she would no longer even need them. As for smoking the stuff, she was giving that up, and that was more important than that she stop selling it. Everybody had to buy it somewhere, but he didn't want her hurting herself in the process. Cigarettes were one thing, drugs another. He understood the former and had never liked the latter.

As she pulled out a cig' and started smoking, Silvent returned her sheepish grin with one of his own, fingers brushing across the top of his own box, hidden in his right pocket. He didn't want to smoke right now, though. Rev' was quite relaxed right now and there was no need to waste one. Though he usually smoked them just because he wanted to, not because there was really any reason to. He really had to kick the habit, because it was, literally, killing him. The male watched his soulsister with thought, noting the change in expression with interest. There was obviously a lot going on behind that pretty face. There was something that made him ill at ease about it, though, and when she spoke, it was clear what was bothering him. Shoulders tensed sharply, eyes more intense and alert than before as he took one slow step toward Okkie, as if to protect her. Instinctive, as he didn't want his dear 'sis harmed by anyone. Whoever this Kakosenas was, they would have to get through Reveri Silvent before they got to Okkiaterru.

<font color=steelblue>"Kakosenas? I believe you've mentioned her - him? - before. Do you think they would hurt you?"</font> His words were a very low growl, an inquiry that spoke depths about how protective he was feeling.

 

Reveri's fingers itched to grab a cig' as he watched the other pendragon smoking, but he knew it was one of those little habits that he had to kick. Then again, what the hell. It was his life, after all. Still, there was something about being in his sister's presence that drew the best out of Reveri and that included his addiction. His shoulders were slightly more slumped than they were usually, just because he felt rather deprived without something in his fingers. They wanted to be holding a cylindrical object, twisting and rolling it between broad, nimble digits. Yet he had nothing to put there except for a smoke. Of course he could just take one out and not light it. Even that wasn't a good example, though.

At first he hadn't been sure she would reply. There was something quiet and contemplative about the pose of his soul sibling, a thing he hadn't even briefly considered tampering with. Instead his quicksilver gaze darted gently away from the caramel teenager in respect and patience. He had all the time in the world and he wasn't about to make her feel as if she was rushed just because he wanted an answer. Yet it wasn't all that long in coming. At least not if one counted the minutes with a clock, they weren't a huge number. His gaze moved quickly from its "zoned out" position back to the female, focusing entirely on what she had to say, ears perked and attentive sentinels atop his head. The answer she gave was slow, said in a manner that suggested - to him, anyway - that she still wasn't entirely "here" with him. There was something else that was pulling at the edge of her conscious thoughts, forcing its way into her attention, distracting her from what she was doing and saying. Yet it wasn't dangerous and as the words tapered off into silence, he again waited patiently for the completion of the sentence.

He recognized that look, though. The look that showed his sister was thinking about other things, past things that were remembered in the back of her mind until they were brought forth by a little phrase or character quirk. This time it was the words themselves that - he believed - had drawn her away from the present day and age. Eyes rested quietly on the cigarette still burning in her hand for a moment, then flitted away. It might burn down, but he wasn't worried. If she singed the tips of her fingers, she would be more attentive to it next time. He had learned that lesson (though not well, as might be clear if one looked at the callouses that had developed on his digits). Then again, he also tended to do some rather crazy stunts, like walking through icy passes with nothing more than a backpack full of gear. No clothing. Not necessary, in his opinion.

But that wasn't the focus at the moment. It had, in fact, burned down, and gently brushed the fingers of the cream-marked 'dragon with that dying flame. Of course it didn't really hurt her all that much (he knew from experience that it was more startling than anything), but her yelp made him narrow his eyes at the fingers, none the less. There was no real harm done and he gave a lopsided little grin at the event, now behind them. It was the sort of thing they could tell their kids someday and laugh at the strange lightness that it added to a conversation that had gone down dark roads.

The abruptness of her announcement caught Silvent by surprise and he made no protest as her arm positioned itself, guiding him (presumably) to her dorm. There was something that he liked about this. Just walking, as if there was nothing to talk about, but that was all right. No one was going to complain about the lapse in conversation, though he eagerly awaited her good news. For it would be good for him to balance the good and the bad of his sister's situation so he wouldn't feel overwhelmingly (and probably smothering) protective of his 'sis. He knew that Okkie could take care of herself, but he was still... well, an older brother, even if it was just of the soul. Yet he had no time to ponder the meanings that held, for she spoke, telling him what had happened. Silver eyes blinked rapidly at the words. Love. It was a word he had heard once or twice in his life and he hated it. But for her he could rejoice, ignoring his own cynical thoughts on the subject of romance.

<font color=gray>"Congrats, Okkie! That's great. What's his name?"</font> Rev' inquired gently. Though there were a lot of other questions that he wanted answered, he was not going to push her when he really wanted to hop excitedly for the fact that she had found her "One". His arm moved so that it was in approximately the same position on Stormwing that hers was on him. He gently squeezed to show further congratulations, making sure he wasn't exerting pressure on the mocha maid.

 

There was something priceless about this atmosphere. The way he could breathe and just walk beside his soulsister as if there hadn't been a conversation and no need for one now. It was true that they didn't need to speak. A steady rhythm of footsteps had been established and nothing else was necessary to soothe the mind and soul of this particular charcoal 'dragon. He was quite content in that state, letting himself be guided somewhere as the cocoa maiden kept her arm wrapped around his. Always gently in charge of their direction. No move was made to take back his independence, either, for it was something he had relinquished into her grasp quite willingly. Leaving her free to draw him into some dark corridor and kill him, if she was so inclined. Though he wasn't entirely sure how that would work out, if she did turn into some psychotic murderer.

A solitary word interrupted his musings, a belated acknowledgment of his words. So his name was Zeris. The name was one that meant nothing to Reveri and he found that a comforting fact. At least he had no concerns so far about this male's profession. Many in bad business would have been known to Silvent, even if he didn't know them. But Zeris was not the sort of name that had been spread around among the streets. No mention whatsoever of any such pendragon's existence. Eh, well, it didn't really matter anyway. As long as this mate of Kie's didn't try to hurt the female, the 'brother had no qualms with his profession. Whether it was making little toys for children or slitting throats whenever he was paid. In reality, he didn't even know which of the mentioned would be Okkie's preference, though he knew that a lot of females were inclined to like "bad boys". As if there was something glorious about having a thug for a boyfriend. Rev' had never known 'Kie to do anything the normal way, though, so it seemed unlikely that the caramel teen would be inclined to fall prey to such cliche behavior.

Reveri whistled appreciatively as they entered the foyer, eyes looking around for a moment, then turning back to where he was walking as they continued to move, finally stopping in front of 1212. Cracking a grin, the pendragon listened to what his sister had to say with a light chuckle. As if he didn't enjoy listening to her "blather", as she had put it. It was why he had responded to the summons, after all. If he hadn't wanted to talk to Okkie, he would have sent a message back informing her of that. That he wasn't in a mood for chitchat and, much as he adored her, he really needed some alone time. But, for the most part, there was never a time that Silvent didn't want to hear what Stormwing had to say.

<font color=steelblue>"C'mon, now, you know I like listening to you 'blather'. Though I appreciate the thought."</font> Rev' said with a slight shake of his head. <font color=steelblue>"Food is always good."</font>

Sometimes he could be such a guy.

 

Reveri wasn't gaping, really, as he looked around. Though there wide, fascinated look in his eyes that certainly betrayed his emotions. It was amazing. The sort of thing he had thought of, dreamed about, but never seriously thought of getting. Of course this dorm was a bit extravagant for his tastes anyway. Silvent would only need enough room for one pendragon - and one that wasn't in his room all that often. Except to sleep. Which was why he had a simple dorm with only the necessary objects. Though he did have a mini-fridge in there that contained some snacks. The cabinet above his bed had some junk food crammed in it, too. For the most part he just ate on the go, though, snacking at the cafeteria or stuffing something in his backpack. The male felt rather out of place, therefore, in this posh room, looking at everything with a careful eye. Delighted, he was, for his sister. Envy didn't even spike up for a second. Because he had already convinced himself that he really didn't need all of this. It was awesome for Okkie, but it wasn't Reveri's style. So there was no need to feel jealous. Especially seeing as his joy at her own happiness far outweighed any such petty emotions, even if they were hidden somewhere.

Then he saw the bird. That darn creature that had been such an annoyance earlier. Now it was shoving its beak into the conversation again. Of course Okkie had promised the cursed beast some food, so that was probably rather typical of that kind of creature. Yet it didn't stop the charcoal adult from glaring at the avian, teeth bared slightly for a second in a grimace of sorts. Stupid creature. If it hadn't been his sister's, the male would have already tried to rip the thing up. It was instinct, partially, one predator irked at another. Perhaps it had something to do with the divided attention of their mutual friend, though. That she was neither completely focusing on Reveri nor on Xarbie. Eh, well, he was going to be more polite than the bird and stop being such a testosterone-driven animal about how he felt. He was a mature pendragon and there was no need.

So instead of returning the haughty glares, Rev' walked further into the room and sank to a sitting position on the floor. It seemed the right thing to do. While he doubted Okkie would get mad if he sat in one of the chairs, he found it more comfortable to sit cross-legged on the ground. It was his accustomed position and chairs actually tended to make him uncomfortable, for one reason or another. Wings folded gingerly across his back as he watched Kie prepare food for the bird, patient as always. When she came back into the main area, he gave a slight grin and rose without using his hands, a strange feat, indeed, for one who had been sitting in such a position. It had taken him ages to figure out he could do it and then to train himself to manage.

<font color=darkred>"I hope you're right, 'cause it'd be a shame to die of poisoning on your floor. Might ruin that pretty carpet."</font> Rev' said with a grin, clearly teasing as he delicately picked up one of the morsels and put it in his mouth.

Mm, good.

 

The male gave a strange, suspicious glance at the bird, confirming to himself that the flight endowed animal was asleep before he returned his attention to the food. Fingers wrapped quietly around the plate as his sister relinquished it to him, giving up the morsels of meat in favor of clothing that she soon retrieved from her dresser. Silvent gave a slight smile at the words she spoke, not quite sure if he believed it entirely, but agreeing that it was a possibility that she was getting cold. He was usually hot, actually, so the cold was not too bad for him, but others had thinner pelts or colder blood, and they tended to need more warmth than he did.

Of course he didnÂ’t protest, because there was no reason to do so. The female was obviously uncomfortable in her somewhat revealing clothing. So that was that. It wasnÂ’t something he saw reason to bring up, though. If she wanted to use the excuse of a cool evening, that was fine. It was something that he picked up, though, because he was her soul brother. It was part of the things that went along with such a bond. That he would realize there was more behind her words than appeared on the surface.

The male blinked rapidly as she reappeared shortly after disappearing into the bathroom. Her attire was certainly a change, the fashion sensibility of his cocoa friend quite obvious as he observed her choices. The clothing was a quiet mixture of colors, one that amused and interested the male as he observed it. An eye-catcher, but not one done intentionally, just the sort that Okkie would pretty much always have. As she stuck out her tongue, he tried to look affronted, mock glaring at her. RevÂ’ abruptly stuck out his tongue, though, imitating her with a teasing little grin that curled into place after his tongue returned to the proper place. The tug at his pants was taken properly and the male sank - careful balance allowing him not to use his hands - to the ground in front of his sister. The morsels of meat were settled on the ground to the side, slightly, as silver eyes focused intensely on the girlÂ’s bi-toned ones.

<font color=darkorange>"So he‘s The One? How old is he, anyway?"</font> And Reveri had so many questions to ask about this other male. Protective as he was of his sister.